The willows gate
I’ve been through these willows a thousand times. It was when I saw the picture on the monitor that the title emerged. It is only a symbolic fact: it concerns only me who gave a name to this passage along the path. And now, I feel that there is a before and an after as if I were crossing a border. Sometimes I must come back and cross it again, so as not to stay abroad all the time. It’s just a mental construction, but it can end up seriously conditioning me. And nature has nothing to do with it.